Good thing about stopping is that you can take the time to contemplate everything. Sometimes stopping and taking a step aside from everything (and everyone) is good to put things in perspective. Hope it does some good in your case.
I don’t know if it works the same for everyone, but if you reach that point of stopping it’s usually because you already don’t see any point in anything at all. If you find a worthy reason (even if it’s unworthy to others if it works for you great) you start again. Maybe i’m over-simplifying it but that’s what usually happens (in my experience and my surely-i’m-wrong-as-usual-but-who-cares-opinion).
That does happen, but it’s debatable, since it really depends on your family. For instance i can’t rely on my family helping me (i have only 1 relative left with normal mental faculties, but of old age) so i don’t expect them to and i try my best not to bother them. And in many cases family can have the best of intentions and try their best to help but that doesn’t work if you have clinical/mental conditions (it’s support but not a solution). Usually if you don’t find a “solution” for yourself no one else will, unless you are one of the few lucky ones who are “saved” by someone else, and that doesn’t always go right.
I stopped a long time ago because it was useless to reach out and ask for help just to be considered weird and even risk being locked up. As a matter of fact, I don’t even open the mailboxes where people “pretended” to help anymore. I think I have even forgotten their passwords…
i was sent to childrens mental health services in high school, even though i was getting bullied. The school saw me as the bully. The teacher i talked to sometimes, i found out she was racist. She told the school nurse. Stay away from those school nurses. Some have bad intentions. I heard a girl drew some pictures. The nurse thought the picture was a penis… Yes, wtf. And her dad was put in jail for this and later released. Lucky for me, mental health services said the school was bad. I dont ask anyone for help now. I will be hated or blamed or what the heck else…
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I can relate to this, because it is so accurate.
I love this tbh.
Reminds me of a Depeche Mode song. Yeah, you’ll come to a stop, doesn’t mean it ends there.
Remember that.
Good thing about stopping is that you can take the time to contemplate everything. Sometimes stopping and taking a step aside from everything (and everyone) is good to put things in perspective. Hope it does some good in your case.
good points
yep, its true. Hope it can be started again. But some get to the point of… What is the point anymore? Lost interest in it all.
I don’t know if it works the same for everyone, but if you reach that point of stopping it’s usually because you already don’t see any point in anything at all. If you find a worthy reason (even if it’s unworthy to others if it works for you great) you start again. Maybe i’m over-simplifying it but that’s what usually happens (in my experience and my surely-i’m-wrong-as-usual-but-who-cares-opinion).
Or your family doesnt give a shit.
That does happen, but it’s debatable, since it really depends on your family. For instance i can’t rely on my family helping me (i have only 1 relative left with normal mental faculties, but of old age) so i don’t expect them to and i try my best not to bother them. And in many cases family can have the best of intentions and try their best to help but that doesn’t work if you have clinical/mental conditions (it’s support but not a solution). Usually if you don’t find a “solution” for yourself no one else will, unless you are one of the few lucky ones who are “saved” by someone else, and that doesn’t always go right.
Yes, I’ve reached that point OP. It’s a lonely place, but I no longer believe anyone or anything can help me want to live.
I stopped a long time ago because it was useless to reach out and ask for help just to be considered weird and even risk being locked up. As a matter of fact, I don’t even open the mailboxes where people “pretended” to help anymore. I think I have even forgotten their passwords…
i was sent to childrens mental health services in high school, even though i was getting bullied. The school saw me as the bully. The teacher i talked to sometimes, i found out she was racist. She told the school nurse. Stay away from those school nurses. Some have bad intentions. I heard a girl drew some pictures. The nurse thought the picture was a penis… Yes, wtf. And her dad was put in jail for this and later released. Lucky for me, mental health services said the school was bad. I dont ask anyone for help now. I will be hated or blamed or what the heck else…
Yep. I agree